The Fat Guy Gets a Match

Chapter 1

As a fat guy, I'm used to not getting much attention on dating apps. I believe in being upfront, I've put on 50lbs in the last year and I'm under no pretenses it's not noticable.

I personally don't care. I've never been into working out, and it's somewhat liberating just excepting the fact I'm a fat man now... But I will admit it's left me a little... Unfulfilled in the sex life department.

That changed when I matched with Molly.

Pale skinned, red headed, and just a little bit heavy herself. Her profile was to me... A bit strange.

"I'm not looking for a relationship with you... I'm looking to control your waistline."

And that was it? The whole profile!

I thought it was strange but what the hell, we matched and I asked her how she was doing. She all but ignored my opening and sent back, well, a demand.

"Show me that belly pig."

I was taken aback... But the assertiveness made me feel a little... Shaky.

As I pondered how to respond a follow up came.

"This was not an ask. Belly pic piggy or your opportunity is over."

Hands shaking, I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and took the picture, sending it to this strangely assertive woman.

"You're smaller than my usual, but I can work with you."

She followed up that message with an address and a time.

"If you have any food allergies, now is the time to list them. Otherwise, this will be our last communication till Saturday."

I was shaking as I told her I had none .

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The weekend finally arrived. True to her word, she hasn't said a single thing to me since asking about food allergies. Even my asking "we're still on for tmrw right?" Was ignored. As I approached the non-descript apartment, I was assailed by wonderful smells. Whoever "molly" was, she clearly knew her way around a kitchen.

I knocked on the door. When it opened, I was greeted by exactly whom I was expecting. Good to know this wasn't some bizarre prank.

You know, I've been on some pretty casual dates with women before... But Molly certainly didn't seem to believe this required any alteration to her routine. She wore a clearly faded "Super Mario World" t-shirt, that had apparently been something she's been wearing for quite some time as Mario's poor, cartoonist features were stretched out over her heavy, round breasts. She was clearly not wearing a bra as nipples were absolutely visible threw the material.

And flannel pajamas? Was this a date or a sleepover?

"Come in." She said. "Take the shirt off too."

"Are you sure you don't want to get to know..." I began to say.

"You can take it off or you can leave." She said.

"I've invited you into my house, and while I'm here what I say goes. You are welcome to say no at any time, but at which point you will no longer be welcome. Am I understood?"

I was shocked... But I managed to stammer out a "y-y-yes."

"Then why are you still wearing a shirt and standing on my porch?" She asked.

I began undoing the buttons as I stepped across the threshold.